…And after the sixth tile he looked deep into his mind
Realizing with terrible shock that he was blinder than the blind.
Opened a window, what did he see?
Children on crosses, dead bodies in trees.
His eyes rained blood & his teeth spat fire,
Long beyond gone, an injectable liar.
There was pain he used bleach to wash away.
–Jack Blare, Impersonating Emotion (2015)